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Celestial left Billie's house the next morning, leaving a note on the counter. The letter read,
"Dear Billie,
First I'd like to say sorry if my hand writing is messy, my hands are shaking.  Anyways, I want to thank you for being my friend, I left this note to tell you about my past, my past and my present.
It's easier for me to write and not see how people react but I bet you already knew that. Basically to put it simple , I have no one. Seclusion is the best way to stay safe and keep secrets hidden I guess? I'm tired of this haunting me, I need to get this out. So do what this note as you will just please don't tell my parents. Speaking of my parents let me tell you a bit about them and why you haven't ever met them. I always said they are working, and it's not a lie but their "work" isn't acceptable.
My parents moved us out here for the sole purpose of covering there tracks. They are getting better at lying and hiding too, we have never stayed in one place for more than a couple months.
They put drugs first, drugs before me, drugs before my education and my innocence. I was used for the sole purpose of being pimped out to different dealers with sick and twisted fantasies. I was told that was the only reason I was born and if I didn't, my life would be useless. Honestly, they probably did only have a kid to use for their own addiction. "It" still happens every so often and I am running low on strength. (I hope you know what I mean by it.. I still can't bring self to write the word)
Before you freak out, no this isn't a suicide note. It's a note to say, if anything happens to me you know it wasn't my choice. I want to live, if I didn't I wouldn't be writing this right now.
A childhood of being hit,starved,drugged, and assaulted you wares on you. All those days I spent with you and your family, I felt what a family is supposed to be. I envy you, what do you have that I don't? Why can't I be loved? You where homeschooled to better your future, I was homeschooled so I can be dealt out.
You got gifts for birthdays and christmases,
I got gifts for shutting up and doing what the drug dealers said.
Your parents work because they love you.
My parents make me work for them so they can do meth.
I am their payment
You are your parents pride and joy.
I should probably stop rambling I'm sorry if that came off as rude. I just wish I had what you have. It's hard to see people living your dream.
Thank you for everything
Your friend,
Celestial."

"Shit." Billie whispers to herself and grabs the keys to her car. A few tears swell upon her eyes and she blinks them back so she can safely drive.
She rushes out to her car and drives across the road. Thankfully there are no other cars in Celestial's drive way. Billie gets out of the car and knocks on the door, over and over until the door knob slowly turns. The frizzy red headed girl open the door and Billie grabs her by the arm a bit to harsh causing Celestial to hold her breath. Billie pretty much pulls her friend with her and throws her in the car, locks the door, and starts driving with in a matter of seconds. "We have to get you out of there, sorry for being so um abrupt about it but I care about you way to much to let you spend another second there." Billie says, "It's going to be okay, come on let's get some clothes from my room. We are going on a little vacation.."

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